The Grass Is Always Greener. Usually Because It’s Fiction
There I was again. On the couch. Glass of wine in hand. Watching another episode of romance that makes real life look like a condom wrapper on the floor. You know something happened here once, but the excitement is long gone. You know the feeling. That moment when two characters look at each other and suddenly the room is full of tension, chemistry, lust, longing and possibly a broken bed…